Ghoft. Revenge his foul and moft unnatural murder. Ham. Murder? Ghost. Murder moft foul, as in the best it is; But this moft foul, ftrange, and unnatural. Ham. Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Ghoft. I find thee apt; And duller fhouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Wouldst thou not itir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out, that, fleeping in my orchard, A ferpent ftung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged procefs of my death Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, Now wears his crown. Ham. Oh, my prophetic foul! my uncle? power Ghoft. Ay, that inceftuous, that adulterate beaft, But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a fhape of heaven; And prey on garbage. But, foft! methinks, I fcent the morning air- Upon my fecret hour thy uncle ftole, The The leperous diftilment; whofe effect Moft lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, Thus was I, fleeping, by a brother's hand, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy foul contrive Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. [Exit. Ham. Oh, all you hoft of heaven! oh earth! what else! And fhall I couple hell ?--Oh, hold my heart, Unmix'd Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven. O moft pernicious woman! Oh villain, villain! fmiling damned villain ! [Writing. That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain ! I've fworn it. Enter Heratio and Marcellus. Hor. My Lord, my Lord. Mar. Lord Hamlet! Hor. Heaven fecure him! Mar. So be it. Hor. Hillo, ho, ho, my Lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. Mar. How is't, my noble Lord? Hor. What news, my Lord? Ham. Oh, wonderful! Hor. Good my Lord, tell it. Ham. No, you'll reveal it. Hor. Not I, my Lord, by heaven. Mar. Nor I, my Lord. Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man once think it ? But you'll be fecret Both. Ay, by heaven, my Lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark, But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghoft, my Lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Ham. Why right, you are in the right; You, as your bufinefs and defires fhall point you; Such as it is; and, for my own poor part, I will go pray. Hor. Hor. Thefe are but wild and whirling words, my Lord Ham. I am forry they offend you, heartily; Yes, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my Lord. Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my Lord, Give me one poor request. Hor. What is't, my Lord? Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Both. My Lord, we will not. Ham. Nay, but fwear't. Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I. Mar. Nor 1, my Lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my fword. Mar. We have fworn, my Lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my fword, indeed. Ghost. Swear. [Ghost cries under the flage Ham. Ah ha, boy, fay'st thou fo? At thou there, true penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Confent to fwear. Hor. Propofe the oath, my Lord. Ham. Never to fpeak of this that you have feen, Swear by my fword. Ghost. Swear. Ham. His && ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my fword. Never to speak of this which you have heard, Swear by ray fword. Ghoft. Swear by his fword. Ham. Well faid, old mole; can't work i' the ground fo fift? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. Os day and night, but this is wondrous ftrange. Ham. And therefore as a ftranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than Than are dreamt of in your philofophy. But come, That you, at fuch time feeing me, never fhall, As, Well-we know--or, We could, and if we would That you know aught of me: This do ye fwear, Ghoft. Swear. Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed fpirit. So, gentlemen, With all my love do I commend me to you; And what fo poor a man as Hamlet is May do to exprefs his love and friending to you, The time is out of joint; oh, curfed fpite!. [Exeunt. N°. XXXIII.-HAMLET. ACT III. SCENE IV. The Queen's Apartment. POLONIUS. He will come ftraight; look, you lay home to him; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with, Ham. [within.] Mother, mother, mother Q6 Queen. |